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J. E. KLINGBERG 

NEW BRITAIN, - - - CONNECTICUT 



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America 



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PRO PATRIA 

^^nHEY thought in Europe that this country fair 

^^y Was dreamland only and its laws were air; 

They had not felt what in our bosom dwells, 

Or heard the sound of Freedom's silver bells. 

But now they know and fully understand 

That the American is their truest friend 

And that our country, although firm as steel, 

Is not a tyrant with an iron heel 

To crush the life of Truth and Innocence, 

But to give justice and to right defense. 

Old England could not see in days of yore 

Why Pilgrims left their own ancestral shore 

For this great continent, in those days new. 

Without the aid of kings, in numbers few; 

But now it's clear to every English mind 

That it was surely best for all mankind. 

Erase, England, from thy hist'ry's page 

The words of sneer you wrote in bygone age. 

And stretch thy hand across the roaring sea 

To us, a race new-born, yet strong and free, H 

And let us feel thy grip of friendship true, 

Our heart's affection we will give you too; ^ 

Each other then we understand at last, -^-^ 

Look forward, England, and forget the past! 

America, Queen of golden west, thy name 

Shall travel swiftly on the wings of fame. 

And all the world shall write thy deeds in stone 

From mighty Wilson back to Washington; 

Thy Stars and Stripes in heaven's Hght unfurled, 

Shall speak of freedom to a panting world; 

Thy ships shall leave our shores with golden grain 

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And with much treasured wealth return again. 

And yet thy wealth is not alone in gold, 

But in the character of finest mould 

That sons and daughters of thy race can show 

In words and actions true where'er they go. 

Thy future hope build on the rock of Truth, 

And teach each maiden and each manly youth 

That Justice only can forever stand . 

And give protection to their fatherland; 

Destroy all evil and all selfish greed, 

Protect the weak and be their friend in need. 

It seems that Providence appointed you 

To break the fetters of the slave and to 

Proclaim to nations, whether great or small, 

That there is happiness and room for all 

Upon this globe, and with the weapons bright 

Defend that sacred truth, that right is might; 

And to the nations tranquil peace restore 

And do away with wars for evermore. 

This is thy work, a real gigantic task, 

But you can do it. Tear away the mask 

Of secret statesmanship that there may be 

Another era ruled by honesty 

When honest men will honest work perform, 

And justice rule, and hatred's cankerworm 

Be hurled with force into the darkest deep. 

Where evil spirits shall forever weep 

Without the flowing tears that oft renew 

The aching heart with fresh consoling dew. 

And when this work is finished every tongue 

Will join in singing an immortal song, 

A song as mighty as Niagara's wave 

That will resound in every mount and cave: 

The sun shall rise upon a new-born race 

And in eternal light the world embrace; 

The earth will celebrate her jubilee 

And holy angels shall our gladness see; 

And from His throne on heaven's shining shore 

Our God will smile upon the earth once more. 

J. E. Klingberg. 



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